HP: Sacred Gear Chat Group - Chapter 52

Harry and Shizuku materialized in the middle of a forest with a faint flash of light, the system’s teleport leaving them standing among tall trees and thick undergrowth.

Around them, several familiar figures from the Phantom Troupe were already gathered, their presence heavy enough to make the atmosphere feel suffocating to anyone weaker.

Harry’s eyes swept over the group. Most of the Spiders were there, but two faces were missing. “Where are Menchi and Nobunaga?” he asked casually, hands shoved in his pockets.

Phinks answered first, his voice carrying that usual rough edge. “They’re watching the Exorcist. Hisoka’s the one talking with him.” His gaze narrowed on Harry and Shizuku. “So… you two finally done screwing around?”

Harry tilted his head slightly, unfazed by the jab. “More or less. Give it a little time and I’ll have exactly what I came here for.” His tone was almost lazy, like he wasn’t bothered by Phinks’ attitude in the slightest. “Oh, and looks like you managed to track down Abengane too.”

Franklin blinked, genuinely puzzled. “Abengane? Who’s that?”

“The Nen Exorcist,” Harry explained smoothly. “Beige cloak, yellow poncho, creepy aura. Ring any bells? You know, the guy you were desperate to find?”

The name dropped and tension rippled through the group.

Phinks’ expression darkened. “If you knew where he was, why the hell didn’t you say something?”

Harry lifted a hand in mock defense. “Hold on. I identified him, I didn’t find him. Big difference.” He smirked. “And even if I did, he’s not in a position to help you yet. Or rather… he can’t.”

Feitan’s sharp eyes locked on him. “Can’t?” His voice was low, but his killing intent was obvious.

“Exactly,” Harry replied without flinching. “Right now, Abengane’s a patient, not a doctor. He’s got a Nen beast stuck to his body, which is why he hides under that cloak. Until he fixes himself, Chrollo’s curse isn’t going anywhere.”

A brief silence followed. Then Phinks spoke again, voice edged with impatience. “Fine. But enough about him. What about your target? We had one of the new recruits find them and keep watch. Why do you even need them?”

Harry’s expression flattened. “I don’t like their leader.”

Phinks raised an eyebrow. “You mean the guy with the glasses? That’s your reason? You’re dragging us into this because you don’t like that random guy? What a waste of our resources.”

Instead of rising to the provocation, Harry gave him the kind of look reserved for someone saying something incredibly stupid. “Correction. I didn’t waste your resources. I accelerated things.”

That only seemed to make Phinks angrier. He rolled his shoulder, then began spinning his arm, Nen energy swirling as he prepared to unleash his ability. “Keep running your mouth, and I’ll launch you into orbit.”

The tension spiked, but before either could take a step, Shizuku moved between them. Her tone was flat, almost bored. “Rules. Spiders aren’t allowed to fight each other.”

Phinks clicked his tongue in annoyance but stopped his arm rotation. “Yeah, yeah, I know the rules.”

Harry crossed his arms. “Then maybe let me finish before you give yourself high blood pressure. Pretty sure none of us want to see you collapse from a stroke.” His words were calm, but the way he said them made it obvious he wasn’t trying that hard to calm things down. “Anyway, Glasses isn’t just some random nuisance. He’s ‘The Bomber.’ And Abengane needs direct contact with him to remove his ability.”

Phinks’ face went red instantly. “WHAT?! You knew that this whole time and didn’t think to bring it up?! We could’ve used that in the negotiations!”

Harry’s grin widened. “You didn’t ask. Besides, I like fair payment.”

For a moment, Phinks looked like he was going to explode, jaw tightening as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You—”

Before he could get the rest out, Franklin raised a hand, genuine curiosity flashing in his eyes. “Hold up. Why do you dislike Glasses so much anyway?”

“Don’t,” Shizuku cut in, sighing heavily. “Don’t ask him that.”

Too late. Harry was already leaning forward, expression twisting into pure disdain.

“First off, the guy is the lamest villain I’ve ever seen. Just look at him. Those stupid glasses he keeps pushing up like he thinks it makes him look menacing, that smug little grin plastered on his completely punchable face—it’s pathetic.” Harry’s rant picked up steam, words firing out in quick succession. “And his Nen ability? Don’t even get me started. It’s hands down the dumbest, most wasteful ability I’ve ever seen. I once met a guy who used Nen to shoot his wheelchair like a race car, and somehow that was less embarrassing than Glasses’ gimmick!”

Shizuku shook her head as if she’d seen this exact situation coming. “Told you not to ask.”

But Franklin just shrugged. “Honestly? I kind of agree with him.”

Feitan, surprisingly, gave the slightest nod beside him.

———

Harry stepped forward, closing the distance between himself and the small figure standing quietly nearby. The boy had shoulder-length black hair that framed his face in neat strands, pink eyes that gave off a strangely sharp glow, and a tiny mole on the left side of his mouth.

“So, you’re the new member?” Harry asked, his voice calm but curious.

The child looked up. Wrapped in a dark kimono tied with a yellow obi, Kalluto Zoldyck returned his gaze without hesitation. For a brief moment, Harry almost mistook him for a girl. The appearance was delicate, the kimono elegant, and the features leaned soft rather than sharp.

But Harry knew better—Killua only had brothers.

‘What’s with the crossdressing?’ he wondered, scratching his cheek. ‘Maybe it’s an assassin thing. After all, people tend to lower their guard in front of a girl more than they would in front of a boy. Makes sense if you think about it that way.’

“Yes, Senpai,” Kalluto answered politely. His eyes, however, were far from soft. They studied Harry with precise calculation, dissecting every detail as if searching for weaknesses he could exploit.

Harry chuckled under his breath. “So tell me, Kalluto. Why would one of Killua’s brothers join the Phantom Troupe? Doesn’t that go against your family’s whole business model? From what I heard, your grandfather only kills when he’s paid. Or… are you here on a job?” He tilted his head, genuinely interested as he came to stand beside the smaller figure.

Kalluto blinked slowly. “You know Killua?”

“I do.” Harry gave a simple nod. “I’m a friend of his. So?”

The younger boy held his gaze for a moment longer before finally answering in a calm, steady tone. “Illumi-ni recommended me. He wants me to gain experience and build more useful connections.”

Harry scratched the back of his head. ‘Figures. That’s about the best answer I’ll get out of a trained assassin. He’s not lying, but he’s not saying more than he has to either.’

It wasn’t like Harry himself had some noble reason for being here. He’d joined the Spiders not out of loyalty, but because he had no interest in living under the world’s restrictions. Rules, laws, morals—none of them mattered much when your time in a World was limited and you had things to accomplish.

“Well then, welcome to the family,” Harry said with a casual shrug. “Name’s Harry. I was the newest member before you showed up. Anyway, you were supposed to find my targets. Where are they?”

“Down there, Senpai.” Kalluto raised his hand and pointed toward the town below.

From their elevated position, Harry followed the gesture and spotted three familiar figures. The members of the Bomber group lingered behind several houses, their eyes fixed on the entrance of a shop.

Each one was positioned at a slightly different angle, trying to avoid detection while still keeping the shop in their line of sight.

Both Harry and Kalluto remained in Zetsu, suppressing their presence completely. The Bombers had no idea they were being observed. To an untrained eye, the group might seem competent, maybe even skilled. But Harry could see it clearly—they weren’t anything special.

These three were above average at best, not even close to talented enough to notice an assassin trained since childhood, let alone someone like him. His own ability made sure his skills grew sharper every day. Compared to that, the Bombers were just small fry.

“Masadora, the City of Magic, huh?” Harry muttered, eyes narrowing as they landed on Genthru, the leader. Disdain flickered across his face. “Looks like they’ve started pushing the endgame. Probably trying to snatch the last few cards from Tsezguerra.”

Kalluto, unfazed, glanced at him. “I heard you’re playing the game, Senpai. Is that why I had to track him down?”

Harry waved the thought away. “Not really. I don’t care about clearing the game. I just collect the cards because they’re useful for my Nen. That’s it. Honestly, I can already take the cards outside without finishing the game. That’s supposed to be the final reward for winning, but I don’t need to bother with the hassle.”

His tone was casual, almost careless. By now his abilities had expanded so much that he didn’t care if people learned bits and pieces. They could speculate all they wanted, but no one would ever grasp the full depth of his strength.

At this point, even Harry had trouble keeping track of everything he was capable of. His ability had grown so much that he sometimes lost count of what tricks he’d added, what techniques he could replicate, and what was still evolving.

If he struggled to pin down the full scope of his own power, then what chance did anyone else have of figuring him out?

The more Nen abilities he analyzed, the further he drifted away from being bound to a single category.

Instead of fitting neatly into Enhancement, Emission, or Manipulation, he was steadily moving toward something broader—something closer to being able to use all of them with little effort.

Simpler techniques were already second nature to him. If he saw them once, he could reproduce them almost instantly.

Complex ones would take more time, but Harry was confident it was only a matter of “when,” not “if.” And with more Abilities he analyzed be it trough watching them or with his own Ability, he was getting better at it.

That change had happened naturally inside Greed Island. Every new card he studied counted as another Nen ability dissected, and the more he learned, the easier it became to apply the same principles elsewhere. The thought nagged at him sometimes, leading to the same question: had Ging Freecss managed something similar?

Gon’s father was said to be among the top five Nen users in the entire world.

The manga hadn’t revealed much about him, not even his true ability. But one detail had slipped out—apparently Ging could replicate and even improve any “punching-type” ability he saw.

stuck out to Harry was the fact that Ging admitted this to an enemy, Pariston Hill, of all people. He’d never once shown his original ability, only the ones others knew he’d been exposed to.

That made Harry wonder. Was Ging really limited to fist-based techniques?

Or was that just the narrow window people had seen? If Ging’s core ability allowed him to easily grasp and reproduce any form of Nen, then maybe the man’s true power was frighteningly similar to Harry’s own.

Before he could get too lost in the comparison, Kalluto’s quiet voice cut in. “So why did you need me to find them?”

Harry shifted his gaze back to the town below, where the three Bombers lingered near the shop. “We need the guy with glasses. The Exorcist can’t work without him, and honestly, I hate his face. The other two aren’t important.” He shrugged like it was the most natural explanation in the world.

“Will you need my help capturing him?” Kalluto asked, tone polite but detached.

“Nah. They’re weak. I’m just deciding how to do it.” Harry raised a hand, palm glowing as three spheres of Nen formed out of thin air. Each orb was etched with a purple symbol, and inside it, a red light pulsed like a living projectile.

Kalluto leaned forward slightly, his eyes following every detail. “Is that your Nen ability, Senpai?”

“Sort of.” Harry flicked his fingers, sending the orbs streaking down toward their targets. “It’s based on the game’s spell system. Basically an Emission technique that locks on and won’t stop until it hits. I copied it because it’s too useful to ignore. And once you replicate it, you can start adding your own twists.”

The projectiles cut through the air in sharp arcs before slamming into the Bombers’ backs. Each impact left behind a glowing mark while also releasing a shock that sent the men crumpling to the ground. Harry smirked as they twitched helplessly. “See? I added a stun effect.”

Kalluto tilted his head. “You can’t escape it?”

“Not really. You can block it with something solid right before impact, or resist it if your aura’s strong enough. Like with you, the stun wouldn’t work because your Ren is way beyond theirs.” Harry’s eyes glinted, before adding mentally, ‘ Of course if I put more power into the stun or stacked boosts onto it, you’d feel it too.’

Another purple flash lit the air, and the three unconscious Bombers materialized in front of Harry and Kalluto, dumped into a pile like sacks of grain.

Harry scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “So, uh… how good are you at torture? I’m absolute shite at it. But I want the cards in their binders, and only they can summon them.”

Kalluto studied him for a quiet moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he gave a calm nod. “Leave it to me, Senpai.”